this infinite world

"Want to refine me?"

Hearing Chu Xuan's attitude of "not even pretending, just wanting to kill himself", Cangbian Xuanjun sneered: "Let's not talk about whether I can refine this immortal body and my consciousness as a primary saint... You should know that 'refining' is a thankless way of dealing with things, right?"

"You know, it took me 100,000 years to refine this immortal incarnation. How much time do you, the members of the Samsara team, have to waste?"

What Xuanjun said was true, because Chu Xuan's intention was to refine his consciousness along with his body, and under such circumstances, Jianqi's consciousness would naturally resist. By then, not only would it be twice as effective, but it would also take countless time... It was precisely because he had the same experience of refining that Jianqi said this.

"First of all, I don't trust it."

Chu Xuan did not hesitate. He said bluntly, "There are many ways to circumvent the oath you made, such as dropping the coordinates of this plane in the territory of a strong man to lure others into the trap. After all, the oath is dead, but people are alive. Even I can't plug all the loopholes... and in this world, only the dead can keep secrets best."

“Second, I prefer to take it myself rather than rely on others to give it to me.”

"...It seems that you really don't intend to make peace with me today."

Even though Chu Xuan had already exposed his true intentions, Jianqi was still unwilling to give up resistance, and even at this moment he was still trying to find a way out for himself by provoking him: "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Your behavior is really not like that of a wise man."

"Besides, this is just an incarnation of mine. Even if I die here, my real body will definitely react. By then, I'm afraid that people who seek the 'Lord God' will come one after another..."

——You’re finished.

Even though he could roughly guess Chu Xuan's plan, Zheng Zha couldn't help but shook his head after hearing Jianqi's words... You know, Chu Xuan, who holds a grudge very deeply, hates being threatened by others the most.

In the original world line, they had achieved an epic victory in the Lord of the Rings, but they failed to achieve their full success because Adam had set up the continental shelf vibrator in advance. In the history that Dr. Manhattan showed Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan had been holding a grudge for quite a long time, and even forcibly requisitioned his Skeleton Nightmare after returning to develop the Magic Cannon...

"Do you really understand why we targeted you from the very beginning?"

As expected, just as Zheng Zha expected, Chu Xuan shook his head and pushed his glasses expressionlessly: "Not only because you know the most secrets, are the weakest, and require the least causal points for transformation; at the same time, your causal entanglement with us is also the closest among the four Chaos Gods."

"After all, whether it's your incarnation from the heaven or the group of fallen cultivators under your command, they are all in our hands, an invisible rope around your neck."

"My Lord, why waste time talking to this guy?"

Under the horrified gaze of Lord Chuanbian, the half of the newspaper in front of Chu Xuan trembled, and then the shadow of an old cow and horse squeezed out of it, floating in the void, with a face full of satisfaction and gloating: "Please act as soon as possible... I can't wait to avenge the arrow shot in the past!"

"……I see!"

Seeing the current existence of Non-Face, how could Tsang Bian Xuanjun not understand the meaning? He immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "You are not establishing a connection from the body, soul, etc. to start refining, but through the connection between cause and effect, forcibly absorbing the other party's true spirit..."

"Pah!" Before Chu Xuanjun could finish his words, he grabbed the divine whip that had quietly appeared in his hand and struck it hard. This blow landed directly on the eye sockets and eyebrows of Chu Xuanjun, causing the eye sockets to crack and the black eyeballs to burst out, as if a colorful silk shop had opened, with red, black, and purple colors all blooming...

"you……!"

Before the Xuanjun of Chuanbian could even scream, he could only utter a short syllable before the second stick came down. This stick hit Xuanjun of Chuanbian so hard that his three corpses jumped up and down, and smoke came out of his seven orifices. It was like a sauce shop, salty, sour, and spicy flavors all burst out; it was also like blowing air in a coal stove, sparks came out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose...

"Okay, that's it!"

Seeing this scene, Feimian, who had been waiting for a long time, started cheering excitedly like a bloodthirsty audience in the underground arena of Tokyo Dome: "Kill him in one breath!"

"Snapped!"

Just as Feimian was shouting, Chu Xuan's third stick fell from the air and hit the center of Chuanbian Xuanjun's crown!

With a bone-crackling sound that made one's teeth ache, the skull of the Transformed Xuanjun burst open like a fragile eggshell. The broken skull fragments mixed with brain tissue splattered radially, and the pale yellow cerebrospinal fluid and grayish-white brain matter floated in the air. The scene looked extremely bloody.

"hiss--"

Seeing Chu Xuan, who looked like he had walked out of a horror movie, with a few sticky nerve tissues still on the tip of the whip, and an expressionless face and a long stick in his hand, Zheng Zha couldn't help but think of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre in the movie. Both his demeanor and temperament were even worse, as if a childhood nightmare had reappeared...

Just as Zheng Zha was secretly wiping his sweat and Zhan Lan seemed to be shocked by Chu Xuan's aura, a true spirit suddenly rushed out from Xuan Jun's body whose head was flattened. Chu Xuan seemed to have expected it. He was not in a hurry and pointed at the true spirit with one hand.

"Photography!"

After being pointed at, the True Spirit that was trying to find a way out suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to move an inch. Seeing this, Chu Xuan once again chanted three times in a very calm tone -

"If the Transformed Xuan Lord doesn't return to his position, when will he return?"

"If the Transformed Xuan Lord doesn't return to his position, when will he return?"

"If the Transformed Xuan Lord doesn't return to his position, when will he return?"

The first recitation will make you no longer in control of yourself; the second recitation will make you unable to control life or death; the third recitation will make your true spirit depend entirely on the hands of others!

After the third recitation, countless scarlet causal threads suddenly appeared in the void, connecting with each other. Following this deeply entangled causal connection, a huge suction force suddenly came out from the newspaper in front of Chu Xuan, and the confused true spirit was immediately entangled and wrapped by the causal thread, and was dragged into the depths of the newspaper like a moth caught in a spider web. And when the last trace of true spirit was devoured, next to the name "Non-Face", a new name slowly emerged...

From now on... the second true spirit is on the list! (End of this chapter)